Cheerleader Lip Slips

🔞⚠️Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.

"You think I'll let you go, sweetheart?” He caught the gun from her effortlessly and spun her in his arms, holding her captive once again as he chuckled into her ear, tilting her chin up with the barrel of the gun. “I clipped your wings for a reason. There’s no way back once you enter my world.” *** When an unfortunate incident in the family brings Matsyaa Rathore into the land of the royals, the last thing she expects is catching the eye of the notorious crown prince and becoming his untamed fantasy. His obsession has turned her life into a nightmare. Control slips out of her hands and she finds herself trapped in twisted games of power. To end this madness, she does everything to resist him, challenge him and fight him. Just about all she must not be doing. They say Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is God for his people, and this time, the ‘God’ wants Matsyaa—all for himself. Amidst building tension and deep-rooted hatred, will Matsyaa be able to free herself from the dangerous royals, or will Ranvijay capture her for the rest of her life in his mystical lair?

I was four months pregnant when I discovered that my husband had fallen for our young family helper. He dropped to his knees and started slapping himself repeatedly with such force that blood rolled down from the corner of his mouth. He sobbed, swearing it was just a drunken mistake, swearing to me he'd never see her again. Thinking of the baby growing inside me, my heart softened, and I tore the divorce papers. The day I went into labor, I suffered serious complications. The baby was stillborn, and the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. He didn't even get the chance to cry. I was drowning in grief, but then my husband walked into the delivery room holding the family helper's baby in his arms. "Don't be sad, Kelda. She's willing to let you raise her child." My anger ran so deep that I bit my lip until it bled. It was all my fault! I had been treating him too well all these years. He had completely forgotten what I, Kelda Shaw, was really capable of.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked with his eyes getting darker with every passing second. “S-Seducing you.” I mumbled while fidgeting my fingers as his deep breath made the sensitive spot between my legs to throb. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It should be the other way round. “And who are you?” He asked as he lowered his head with his warm breath fanning my upper lip. I gulped as my body was visibly trembling. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t. His eyes had these magnets which were attracting every fiber inside my body towards him. “Y-your…y-your…” A lone tear escaped my eyes with my lower lip trembling. “My what?” He rasped as his black raven eyes were dwelling inside my emerald ones as I whimpered when he clenched my hairs in a fist at the back of my neck. “Your whore.” I admitted and he smashed his lips against mine. “Let me treat you like one then.” He growled inside my mouth.

*COMPLETED* Story of a cold hearted billionaire and a sassy beautiful boy ."Do whatever you want to do , call me , , ,or whatever ,just remember i just want you .i will always have whatever i have wanted ." -JustinRay grace being a popular the most hot eligible bachelor in town .The cold and hot ceo . He hates bitches who loves to spread their legs just for anyone .will the two attract each other? justin traced his finger on Ray lip,then shoulder .he seducing the man with his doe eyes and sinful that other guys can't resist .His lustful had traveled lower and lower before his hand could even grab Ray's manhood , the other gripped his arm.Eye blazing in anger, he leaned forward bear and whispered in his ears. "don't touch me "with that he pushed him away from him .and walked ahead."if only he looked back, he would've seen how hurt Justin felt after being called by the only man he has ever loved.

"Now, mate. where are my kisses?" the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings angrily at his words. My wolf as if listening his voice scratched her ears. "Umm...." I shuffled on my seat trying to tackle his intense gaze. I bit my lip and a growled rumbled in his throat. f**k that was sexy. He leaned down so that his lips were bare inches away from mine. "Don't bite it. I want to do that." He whispered huskily. His minty sweet breath invaded my nostrils and I lost the contact with surrounding. Esma is a 25-year-old werewolf in the Blue Moon pack, where her father is Alpha. She has yet to meet her mate, which is unusual for werewolves. This all changes when she catches the delicious scent of strawberries and cardamom while her pack is being attacked by the ruthless wolf prince Alpha Reed Xander. Can Esma help him change his tyrannical path in life, lead him towards redemption and love or will follow him into his Darkness.

On the night of her 23rd birthday, Nova's world shatters when she learns that her father has arranged her engagement without her consent to Henry, the heir of a billionaire family, a man she barely knows. Feeling trapped and betrayed, she makes a desperate escape, running from the life that others have chosen for her. With her father’s guards closing in, Nova takes a chance and slips into the first car she finds outside the mansion. But her gamble lands her face-to-face with Bentley Sterling, the cold and enigmatic CEO of Sterling Incorporation, a man notorious for his indifference to emotional attachments. Bentley has no interest in saving a runaway heiress, but when Nova offers a bold proposition, her personal services in exchange for his protection, he reluctantly agrees. As his live-in assistant, she endures his impossible demands and distant demeanor, but beneath his ruthless exterior, something unexpected begins to unravel. What starts as a transaction turns into something deeper, something Bentley wanted; desire, vulnerability, and a love he doesn't know how to handle. Will Bentley and Nova fight for their love or we will they allow external forces tear them apart?

My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door. I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister. I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it. I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding. The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears. "Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."

Beta Max and I were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to register our marriage. We were just waiting to take the final photo when he got a phone call and left. He abandoned me right there at the marriage registration office, leaving me stuck in an impossible situation. I called him—no answer. I messaged him—no reply. In the end, I had no choice but to call his childhood sweetheart’s number. Beta Max answered. “Louis, can you stop being so annoying? Grace twisted her ankle—I need to take care of her today. Stop calling and waking her up. We’ll reschedule the registration.” I bit my lip and murmured into the phone, “This makes it the seventh time we’ve rescheduled.” “So what? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn’t going anywhere—it’s not like it’s going to disappear!” My face was blank, but it felt like my heart was being carved open. A staff member looked at me with pity and asked, “Alpha Louis, are we still doing this?” I gave a small nod. “Yes. Let’s go through with it.”

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.